Waiting for Mommy at Christmas

Every year at Christmas,
She sits before her door.
She bought her Mom a present,
And it sits there on the floor.

Her eyes are full of joy.
Her mom comes home this year.
That's what her daddy said.
So there's no need for any fear.

That little girl sits and stares,
Snow falling just out the door...
Her mother's present, she made herself...
Just sits there on the floor...

It's early in the morning
And mommy isn't there...
So the girl goes up the stairs
and washes up her hair.

Daddy tells her to go to sleep
She's not coming this year.
She can give Mommy her present
Again the following year...

Once again she sits,
Staring at the door...
Once again she waits
Her present on the floor...

That same present has been wrapped,
Twelve years in a row...
But now the little girl forgot...
Now she'll never know...

The little girl isn't little...
At least not any more...
She forgot the gift until on Christmas...
Her mom came through the door...